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The Death of Butterflies

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my scars �
were like knives �
dreaded to the touch �
such was a tale of love �
given..unreservedly �
taken..undeservedly �
manipulated through lust �
a toxic mixture �
bound to combust �
turning �
promises into dust �
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sans the stars �
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now �
you are lost to me �
�the fates accost me �
through dreams �
turned nightmares �
rendering me exhausted �
drained �
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as �
thoughts of �
you remain ingrained �
too many �
memories roam �
so many sighs �
and moans echo �
within the hollow of �
my inner chambers �
i find myself asphyxiated �
in a void where �
only your air �
resided �
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now �
we are divided �
into spaces �
where apologies �
won't suffice �
still i wear you �
like a vice �
around my soul �
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constricted �
conflicted �
still addicted to �
your sugar in the raw �
ohh.. how you let me �
indulge every �
bitter sweet flaw �
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chaotic..incognito �
intelligent..naive �
divine...devilish �
feminine..fierce �
compassionate here �
selfish there �
sexually extravagant �
creatively magnificent �
my multifaceted �
ms.marvel girl �
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no more �
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never again �
will i feel heat emanate �
from your core �
i tore a hole �
deep within �
bore through your soul �
with drippings of �
my acidic love �
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alien to your Terra �
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that �
one error of a man �
deeply regretted �
as the era of you and I �
comes to an �
unceremonious close �
'tis indeed �
a form of poetic justice �
i suppose �
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Author's Note: �
In Honor Of �
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{ 2013 }
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